"What is it?"
Lucy looked confused. The people from the Fallen God Kingdom were not street gangsters. She knew that they were difficult to deal with, and even she couldn't think of a solution, but him? Who was lying in bed?
Michael smiled and said, "Let's go there. Even if we are noticed, we only need to pretend to be foreign tourists who have lost their way."
"Is this your so-called method?"
Lucy was disappointed. "The Fallen God Country must know how we look like. Do you think they're fools that will believe whatever you say?"
"We can disguise ourselves," Michael said matter-of-factly.
"Disguise?"
Lucy frowned slightly and disagreed, "Do you mean by makeup? Makeup can make little changes in your appearance and is limited. One would find out if they looked carefully. I don't agree with this method. It's like playing with fire."
In reality, people from the Fallen God Country were not blind that they couldn't recognize people with disguises.